There can be only one… Slytherin?
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A/N: I just want to apologise for how long it has taken for me to update. I think I have deleted at least five chapters worth of work ready for the net just because my muse seems to find it funny to change the facts that have already been placed on the page (little things such as who is dead and who kills who). So I have decided – finally – to post a scene that hasn't changed in the last six months or so and go from there. So this piece may as well go out there as a belated ANZAC day present to all. Again, sorry for how short it is.
--Chapter 3--
Just for an update on the pre-immie, so far Snape, Draco and Hermione are leading the running. I was very surprised with some of the suggestions, I have to say the idea of doing Neville would have been interesting but I don't think I could portray his character very well.
"I really must protest Professor! This is most obviously a plot to gain more access to the school. If…"
"Yessss" came the sarcastic drawl from the corner of the staff room. "A man, nearly thirty, who has trained in combat and keeping secrets, suddenly gains magic. A man who has a connection to the lineage to Salazar Slytherin and just happens to specialize in ancient languages … is put in the only place suitable… Hogwarts.' The potions master stalked towards McGonagall wearing a disdainful smirk "If anything," The smirk grew wider " it is too obvious!"
His eyes turned to Dumbledore "These are all reasons to keep an eye on him, to be suspicious. But that's the whole point, it is too suspicious. I mean it would be easier to brainwash children into the Dark Lord's grip… not that they haven't done so already. Death Easters already have a number of their children here, with more coming in each year… If anything he is a diversion, nothing more!"
McGonagall stuttered.
"Even if he is not an agent of He Who Must Not Be Named that much magic being pent up in one body for so long with no outlet what-so-ever could have disastrous effects. He would – should – have to be monitored around the clock. The last one of his sort to stay at Hogwarts had to room with one of the professors because he had the unfortunate habit of setting his bed alight while asleep. And this was five months into his training!"
"Ahh but if I recall my time tutoring him in my old offices Minerva, I do remember him confessing a certain... fascination with the thing we call fire"
"As I said before Headmaster the boy is too noticeable, he is too unique, too... convenient to be anything but an elaborate distraction. Whether that be from the Dark Lord's followers or one of the other tournament schools will be sorted out shortly I'm sure."
The potion master's eyes where boring in to McGonagall with that last sentence with a calmly superior look on his face.
"Snape! Stop being so juven..."
"Please Minerva, Severus!" pleaded the Headmaster "If you would actually look at the situation you will find that you both are agreeing on the same course of action - rather different reasons - but the same course of action none the less. Amazing as it sounds… He could be a danger but all we will do is watch him for now. With all the new people arriving in a few months he will hardly be the only distraction, and before that time there will be more than enough teachers to monitor him. If he is truly new to magic his limited knowledge will hardly make him a real threat for anyone above second year… unless it's accidental of course" An overly innocent look covered his face as he offered the congregation one of his many bowls of lemon drops; only to be hastily denied.
"Now if we are all done I would like to see Minerva and Severus in my office to discuss his arrival…" Both teachers made no move for the door however as they had both been sitting, stock-still, staring at each other since the announcement that they had managed on their own accord to come to an agreement. "Now please!"
The majority of the remaining teachers watched on in amusement as the two heads of houses left the room. All accept one breaking into exited mutterings with their neighbours. That one teacher bed a hasty retreat, worrying her bottom lip and trying to pin-point exactly when the dreams of the man in white and his three shadows had started.
--Next Chapter, The Arival--
A/N: A Big thanks to Ewa Snow, Rebecca Pierson, night.phonix, silverskies, MarbleGlove, Sempai18, Ajadedmelody, Kawari, King Henry the V, Hessel, Rivana, Kortbone, Cat in a box, Arekanderu, CrystalC, Soulgazer, PuddyTatt, demoneyeskyoko, klester, Zephyrfox, Village-Mystic and jenetri for all the support you have given me. My love of reading often scares out my muse to silence so it's always good to get unbiased feedback. Final year of school is coming down hard so don't expect another update until early next year.
